Standing on the corner, watching wind blowing, scattering
leaves and litter in all directions, trees swaying in the
rhythms of nature.
Sun still shining, raking the surface of the ground, warm-
ing it as best it can with a cold wind continuing to blow
it about.
A beautiful video being recorded in my mind, Mother Nature
enjoying herself, giving me pleasure as I contentedly sit
and smile within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem